... In front of his girlfriend 
A customer of mine who owns and operates a performance/machine shop here in SW WI had an open house this evening, so a few friends and I decided to caravan out with our hot rods. I was driving my GN, and the other cars included a C5 Z06, 04 Terminator Cobra, and an 05 GT with a diaper load of bolt-ons. My buddy with the Cobra was one of the dyno cars tonight, and put down 460 whp, but that's another story. We hung out for awhile, talked to some other customers and aquaintances of mine, then decided it was time to go get some dinner.
While we're there, this kid who resembles Justin Beiber in a Brewers jacket keeps coming in with his POS civic hatch that has a huge FMIC in it, and revving his chit likes he's the baddest mofo in town. Let him have his fun, because I'm having a few laughs at this kids' expense. I was young once, and thought my 305HO monte carlo SS was the baddest car around, and like this was about to find out, I learned early on that there is always someone faster.
As my friend "B" who drives the Z06 and I are walking to our cars, I see Justin Beiber and his girlfriend running to there car. I'm thinking to myself, "This kid doesn't want to race..." Well, I was mistaken. He gets between me and the Z06 leaving the joint. So I take my sweet time getting out to the road. As I pull out, I get the Buick straight, and step it down. My tires loosen up a bit before the 1-2 shift, and I give him a bit of a taste of what a turbo Buick is all about. All of a sudden I hear this wretched noise that sounds like a Simplicity lawn tractor without a muffler on it behind me. Its the civic all wound up and moving nowhere... but burning a good amount of oil in the process. I'm pretty sure my buddy in the Z06 needs to clean the oil of his windshield! I get the ricer flyby from this punk. As I get down the road, he's a car up on me and we're coming up on a light that just turned green. I'm not much of a roll racer, but thats because I'm old school. I give him the nod to drop it, which he does. He's got two cars up on me when I put the pedal down. It doesn't take me long to catch up to him, and when I pass him I look over at him, and while his GF is looking at my car like "Damn!" he's got this "What in the F is in that car?!" look on his face, LMAO!!! I get about 4 cars up on him when I let off. We get to the next to the next light, and his woman's got her window down, so I roll mine down. She's giggling a bit, so I smile at her and say, "Its ok, baby, its not you I'm laughing at, its the clown car your riding in that made my day!"
Well her broski boy toy got all pissy with my smartass remark, does an Illinois lane change to follow us into the restarant. As we're getting out of our cars, the punk motions for us to go race again. I'm not much of a street racer, and I've played enough grab ass on the street, especially since I went past the county sheriffs office at a high rate of speed once already. My buddy with the Z06 says, "I'll be right back". Its not long and I hear his Corsa exhaust in the distance... He pounded the civic too! He stopped and talked to the kid, who asked him "WTF is in that black car?!"
I don't believe in abortion, but this kid's mom should have
A customer of mine who owns and operates a performance/machine shop here in SW WI had an open house this evening, so a few friends and I decided to caravan out with our hot rods. I was driving my GN, and the other cars included a C5 Z06, 04 Terminator Cobra, and an 05 GT with a diaper load of bolt-ons. My buddy with the Cobra was one of the dyno cars tonight, and put down 460 whp, but that's another story. We hung out for awhile, talked to some other customers and aquaintances of mine, then decided it was time to go get some dinner.
While we're there, this kid who resembles Justin Beiber in a Brewers jacket keeps coming in with his POS civic hatch that has a huge FMIC in it, and revving his chit likes he's the baddest mofo in town. Let him have his fun, because I'm having a few laughs at this kids' expense. I was young once, and thought my 305HO monte carlo SS was the baddest car around, and like this was about to find out, I learned early on that there is always someone faster.
As my friend "B" who drives the Z06 and I are walking to our cars, I see Justin Beiber and his girlfriend running to there car. I'm thinking to myself, "This kid doesn't want to race..." Well, I was mistaken. He gets between me and the Z06 leaving the joint. So I take my sweet time getting out to the road. As I pull out, I get the Buick straight, and step it down. My tires loosen up a bit before the 1-2 shift, and I give him a bit of a taste of what a turbo Buick is all about. All of a sudden I hear this wretched noise that sounds like a Simplicity lawn tractor without a muffler on it behind me. Its the civic all wound up and moving nowhere... but burning a good amount of oil in the process. I'm pretty sure my buddy in the Z06 needs to clean the oil of his windshield! I get the ricer flyby from this punk. As I get down the road, he's a car up on me and we're coming up on a light that just turned green. I'm not much of a roll racer, but thats because I'm old school. I give him the nod to drop it, which he does. He's got two cars up on me when I put the pedal down. It doesn't take me long to catch up to him, and when I pass him I look over at him, and while his GF is looking at my car like "Damn!" he's got this "What in the F is in that car?!" look on his face, LMAO!!! I get about 4 cars up on him when I let off. We get to the next to the next light, and his woman's got her window down, so I roll mine down. She's giggling a bit, so I smile at her and say, "Its ok, baby, its not you I'm laughing at, its the clown car your riding in that made my day!"
Well her broski boy toy got all pissy with my smartass remark, does an Illinois lane change to follow us into the restarant. As we're getting out of our cars, the punk motions for us to go race again. I'm not much of a street racer, and I've played enough grab ass on the street, especially since I went past the county sheriffs office at a high rate of speed once already. My buddy with the Z06 says, "I'll be right back". Its not long and I hear his Corsa exhaust in the distance... He pounded the civic too! He stopped and talked to the kid, who asked him "WTF is in that black car?!"
I don't believe in abortion, but this kid's mom should have
